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// Sunday, December 28, 2014

A Letter, of Sorts

Dear God,

I know there are no extra heartbeats in a life.

No spare minutes.

No catch-up days.

And I know that the phrase, "there's always tomorrow," is a hopeful lie, because there's only the ever present now and the inevitable final curtain.

But if there were extra heartbeats, spare minutes, catch-up days, and a promise that tomorrow will come, then I'd gladly give some of mine to one other, so that we—two ends of a line—could spend more time together...somewhere in the middle.

Eternally grateful, and still hoping against hope,

Your Wondering Son

Copyright 2014 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

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